If my woman wasn't Jacqueline, then anyone else would do!
Your father, Jacqueline, and I were the Three Musketeers of our school days. Your father's admiration for Jacqueline was not inferior to mine.
Ever since I stepped back, your father stayed by Jacqueline's side, unconditionally, for seven years.
Genuine intentions can open even the hardest heart.
Jacqueline was moved by your father, married him, and gave birth to you.
The first time you came to Atkinson Manor when you were six years old, was also the first time I saw Jacqueline, fifteen years after we parted.
This photo was taken then.
Fifteen years...how many sets of fifteen years does life contain?
Kind-hearted Jacqueline, upon learning of Eleanor Spencer having been alone for fifteen years, urged me to forgive and let go.
Ha ha...
How can one let go when hatred has become a habit? How can one forgive?
